[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-1987-my-era":3,"chapter-1987-my-era-1987-my-era-chapter-592":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","1987: My Era",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2259752,4409,"Chapter 592","1987-my-era-chapter-592",592,"\u003Cp>Leaving the grocery store, Li Heng braved the cold wind and rushed straight to Chunhua Noodle Shop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To his surprise, the shop door was open, and inside, three women and two men were eating wontons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Li Heng enter, Zhang Zhiyong, who was wiping tables and chairs, instantly teleported beside him, grinning crookedly: “Holy shit! Ghosts?! What the hell are you doing here at this hour, Master Heng?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Came by to check on you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng asked: “People are still coming to eat on the third day of the New Year? Looks like you’ll make a fortune this year. By the way, where’s Chunhua?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Zhiyong pointed upstairs. “If there’s no business, she’s upstairs resting—just finished serving wontons and went up. I’ll call her down.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng quickly stopped the fool: “No, don’t. She’s pregnant—better let her rest.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Zhiyong, doting on his wife, immediately obeyed and asked: “What’ll you have, Brother? I’ll make it for you myself.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng doubted: “Can you even cook?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fool rolled up his sleeves, indignant: “Damn it! You think I can’t? Old Master ain’t gonna take that! I might not know noodles, but wontons? Easy. Just scoop ‘em off the boil.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sounds plausible. One bowl then.” Li Heng sat at an empty table and listened to the chatter from the next one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, the wontons arrived. Li Heng picked up his chopsticks, took a bite, and fell silent: “This is edible? Worse than your stepmom’s and your wife’s.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fool thought he was teasing, picked up a wonton himself, popped it in his mouth, then bent over and spat it into the trash bin in a second, muttering to himself:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn it! I saw Chunhua make ‘em just like this—why’s it taste so different?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the end, only Liu Chunhua could fix it—she made Li Heng a proper meal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After eating, Li Heng explained how Liu Mu was caring for her pregnant daughter-in-law and couldn’t come out. Liu Chunhua felt a pang of disappointment, yet also happiness for her brother.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Zhiyong, true to his nickname “The Fool,” showed no reaction, then volunteered to walk Li Heng back to Lushan Village.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once the shop was empty, he locked the door, and together with the fool, Li Heng headed toward Fudan University.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the way, Li Heng asked: “Where’s Li Ran? Didn’t she say she’d spend the New Year with you two?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Zhiyong scratched the back of his head. “We did spend it together. But she left this morning—said she had something to do. Old Master figures it’s probably Zhao An showing up again.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng was surprised: “After all this time, Zhao An’s still around?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fool nodded vigorously like a chick: “Yep! Stuck like chewing gum—you can’t shake him off.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey! I say, Li Ran should just sleep with Zhao An again—get that sick bastard out of this world already.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng: “...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sighed: “Zhao An’s a tragic figure. Aside from his poor health, someone from his family background being this devoted? Rare.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing “devoted,” the fool finally felt a flicker of agreement—and stopped saying cruel things.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When they reached Lushan Village, Li Heng told Zhang Zhiyong: “Old Yong, go back. Chunhua’s alone at home—I won’t keep you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Zhiyong glanced around, grinning: “It’s pitch black, just you alone in this old house—you scared of ghosts?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ghost your sister, get lost!” Li Heng snapped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn’t scared at all—but now the idiot had planted the thought, and his heart began to flutter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Buildings 24, 25, 26, 27, and the nearby small buildings were all dark—were they asleep? Or empty?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The end of the alley felt dead silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Zhiyong left, cursing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After getting home, Li Heng took a shower, tossed his clothes into the washing machine, then, since it wasn’t late yet, grabbed his keys and headed straight to the neighboring Building 27.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh?”\u003C\u002Fp>",644,"2026-06-19T15:27:37.100Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","34eb7e5968c5d9a0fea063b6442bb0be01c0d1a09dea76118ac479fb11c91b86","1987-my-era-chapter-593","1987-my-era-chapter-591",713,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002F1987-my-era-cover.jpg"]